Just as a smile appeared on Jiang Qing's face, he suddenly stumbled and almost fell.
"Brother Jiang!"
Xin Lin hurriedly supported Jiang Qing.
A mocking snort sounded, and Xin Lin didn't need to guess who it was—it was that Pride Corpse guy.
She quickly called her father, and Chu Beiqing helped Jiang Qing into the examination room.
Only then did Xin Lin notice that Jiang Qing's clothes in front were stained red with blood.
"This wound..."
Xin Lin disregarded Jiang Qing's protest, opened his shirt, and was met with a ghastly wound.
She quickly took Jiang Qing's pulse and discovered his pulse...
"Brother Jiang, your cultivation?"
Xin Lin's pupils couldn't help but constrict.
If she remembered correctly, Jiang Qing used to have Xuan Transformation Realm-level cultivation, but now his cultivation was no less than that of Long Qingxuan!
Blood Realm, absolutely Blood Realm.
